update
Thanks for your advice, y'all. I feel a little better from that, and from spending 12 hours by myself. Only children like me need their alone time, I guess. It's like a big drink of cool water. Thank you again :)
why i hate my life
- got in a car accident, still have to pay the person I hit out of pocket for her rental car expenses
- can never seem to get to work on time, despite (the majority of the time) leaving a perfectly reasonable amount of time to get there
- San Diegans do not know how to fucking drive! The two times it rains here per year, they think it is the apocalypse! I got on a shuttle today that always gets me to work on time, and sure enough, I was twenty minutes late. It's fucking rain!
- even when on foot, I manage to delay myself by falling on my fucking head*
- every time I drive I am in fear for my life
- despite my, I think, awesome efforts at getting lessons together I still suck at getting grading done fast enough, and everyone yells at me
- my apartment looks like the police have gone threw all of my belongings looking for drugs, then decided to have a party and use said drugs for themselves
- I will be jobless again in january, and will have to perform the unfruitful job search all over again
- I think I have some torn cartilage in my knee but don't have time to go to the doctor
- I think one of my cavity fillings fell out and my tooth hurts, but have no idea when I'll ever get dental insurance
- christmas shopping
- I want a fucking pet and I'll never be able to have a cat, and can't get a dog for fucking ever
- I never have time to talk to anyone and everyone hates me for it
- it's been six months since I finished school and I still haven't managed to get rid of my thesis weight (like baby weight, only with paper)
- I never got to have the traditional backpacking around europe trip that it seems everyone else had...how is it that people find the time to just take 3 months off from life?
- have realized that I hate all my clothes now, since I haven't really bought myself clothes in three years (or, When I Found Out I Was Poor), with some exceptions
- I don't have time to read books or knit (although this problem might be solved with problem #5, above)
I'm sure there are other reasons, but that's all I can think of at this moment. (to self: shut up now, you stupid white middle-class whore.)
*Refers to my fainting episode in front of the UCSD medical center. A full story is coming soon.
